[Where's Chaldea? Chaldea, hurry up and save her!]
"White... do you really think so?"
Artoria herself was feeling somewhat unsure at this moment.
Because of her wish.
She knew her wish would probably draw a great deal of criticism.
Especially from the Round Table.
—Wasn't this a form of betrayal?
But it was fine. If there were a better king, then that king would surely be able to forge stronger bonds with the Round Table.
Perhaps then, the tragedy of the Round Table slaughtering one another would not occur.
"Yes. That's right."
Though she could not see her, Artoria could sense that White was standing right before her.
"I saw Saber's past—so—I want to save Saber too."
"I... don't need saving. I only hope that my country can become a little better."
Artoria lowered her head somewhat ashamedly.
If there was someone more outstanding than herself...
White sometimes felt that Artoria's way of thinking was rather stubborn.
Even now, the thoughts in Artoria's mind were still quite subtle.
It seemed she needed a little more pushing.
And in White's view, throwing responsibility onto someone else was not necessarily a bad thing.
"I'm an outsider," White suddenly said. "I don't love Britain, and Britain doesn't love me. But precisely because of that, I can examine what happened back then."
"Saber already did her best within the limits of what she could do. The Age of Gods came to an end, Camelot's legend has endured to this day, and the story of flowers and knights is still sung. But—"
White paused.
"I've never thought Saber was happy."
"—Huh?"
"So I can't just stand by. When it comes to Saber, I can't pretend I saw nothing."
She could not just stand by.
"—You weren't the one at fault, Saber. So I will definitely